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piosenniel · 01-07-2004, 02:10 AM

ElenCalaIsil’s Character

NAME: Ivy Burrows

AGE: 31

RACE: Hobbit

GENDER: Female

WEAPONS: Ivy carries a small knife she found one day while wandering around and no other weapons. She has been known to throw a stone or two if needed.

APPEARANCE: Ivy is the ideal height for the average Hobbit, and has long, dark curls that sweep down her back. Her eyes are a faint green colour, and she wears a small smile upon her face. Her raiment is a sage green coloured dress, with a light vine design on the over-skirt, and a golden laced bodice adorning it. She wears a light chain, with a leaf-shape pendant upon it.

PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Ivy, growing up where she did, had grown to love exploring the terrains, and always being outside. She’s very friendly towards some, but has been known to be fairly close at time. She tends to be slightly over observant, staring out at the world, and taking everything in. Ivy enjoys a good tale, and loves to tell a few herself. She has an immense love for nature, and would love to see what other types of natures lie outside the Shire. Her weakness includes being extremely mischievous.

HISTORY: Ivy, from wee Hobbit-lass, had always loved to explore, and spent most of her time wandering the Shire. Spending most of this time in Buckland and Tuckborough, Ivy became great friends with Melody Took. Ivy has no siblings, and thusly, Melody had always been like a sister to her. The two Hobbits spent all their time together, wandering around, and being outdoors.

She was an extremely mischievous Hobbit, but that came naturally from spending so much time around the Tooks. Ivy took to dragging Melody around on her little adventures to different parts of the Shire, and planning schemes to poke fun with the other Hobbit children. The two were known for their pranks, and were nearly always getting scolded. In the meantime, Ivy enjoyed spending quiet days having picnics with Melody.

They became ever the closer after Melody's brothers died in an unfortunate encounter on one of their adventures. Since then, Ivy has taken to observing things, and became a bit close.

Ivy was never very close to her parents. Her mother died when she was but a youngling, and Ivy can recall barely a thing about her. Her father stays in the yards most of the day, weeding, and planting new seedlings. After Ivy’s mum died, her father took gardening to heart.

As a tot, Ivy would stay by her father’s side watching him work, and she soon learned the tricks and trades of gardening, but as she grew older, Ivy stayed away from home. She became less and less close to her father. Something she quite regrets, although her love for him has not dimmed in the least.

As her coming of age grew closer and closer, Ivy spent even more time with Melody, plotting what they would do when their 33’s came about. To this day, Ivy hasn’t come of age, but she thinks about it often. She is still just as mischievous, but is a bit of an introvert towards strangers. She awaits a new adventure, and is ready to follow up on one, alongside her best mate.

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ElenCalaIsil’s post

Ivy looked out, on the bank of the Brandywine. A cold wind rustled the leaves and brought a chill to her body. It had never been this cold in her life. The river was covered in a thin sheet of ice, and there was an air of danger about. Ivy drew her cloak about her, keeping out the prying fingers of winter’s cold wind. She stood staring past the river. A few other Shire-folk peered out from behind trees. Ivy turned to see them, and walked away. Something was not right. As she walked down the familiar path, the folks came out of their homes and gave Ivy a look. She saw that they were worried. Picking up the pace, Ivy walked towards the Great Smials, where Melody Took would await her.

It was fairly obvious to Ivy, why Melody had summoned her, it lingered in the air, it was in the faces of the Hobbit-children. It was in the ice that covered the Brandywine. Secretly, Ivy looked forward to what was coming, but she kept a solemn look upon her face, one to match the people she passed on her way. Melody had the inside word, and Ivy would not let her slip past without knowing. As she drew nearer to the place where she would rendezvous with Melody, she grew excited. A smile crept upon her face, and she was met with frowns. Ivy ignored the Hobbits’ looks and kept walking. She sensed the opportunity to go on an adventure.

When at last Ivy came closer to Great Smials, a Hobbit-lass came towards her. A worried look upon her face. Ivy’s smile receded into concern, as Melody nodded, and motioned her to come closer. As Ivy approached, she saw a group of Hobbits, gathered a bit farther behind Melody. They seemed reluctant, about something, and they all had large packs with them. They spoke in hushed voices, and Ivy listened. Melody took her aside and explained the ordeal. “Rivendell?” Ivy asked incredulously, when Melody had finished her tale. Melody nodded once more. Ivy stood, staring out at nothing, lost in thought. They would need strong Hobbits, to carry back a plenty. The crops were dying, and something had to be done.

“I will come. I don’t carry much for myself, anyhow. I can carry supplies for the others. They can’t rely on the ponies, and wagons alone.” Ivy said hurriedly. She was sure someone would protest, but she was determined nonetheless. Ivy was known for her mischievous ways, and this was a serious journey. But the yearning to go on an adventure, even one such as this, gnawed at her heart. She knew that Melody would expect this of her. She tilted her head in question.

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This following part edited off for the beginning of the game.

The preparations were to be made, and soon a group of Hobbits would set out for Rivendell. Many were frightened to go on a journey, and the thought of traveling in this weather put them in a mood. A few days before they were all set to travel, word of the Hobbits’ journey was already out. Ivy and the rest were met by a group of dwarves. It was not all that unusual to see a passing dwarf every so often, but these dwarves had business with the journey. They informed the Halflings of danger along their path. The roads to Rivendell have been lined with Orc troops, and wargs. The dwarves bid them not to journey out, but the crops were hopeless, and the Shire was in desperate need of supplies.

At last it was that they came to consensus, and decided to journey to Bree. The thought comforted some of the Hobbits, but the thought of the eminent danger that they might face, frightened the others even more. Ivy found herself by the river once more. She looked out, excited, and even a bit frightened at the journey they were to face, and wondered what dangers they would find along the road. She fiddled around with her cloak, and took out a small knife, she had found one day. It’s not much, but I can use it if I need to, she thought to herself, as she prepared for the journey.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 6:02 PM January 12, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

01-07-2004, 02:10 AM	#7
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	ElenCalaIsil’s Character NAME: Ivy Burrows AGE: 31 RACE: Hobbit GENDER: Female WEAPONS: Ivy carries a small knife she found one day while wandering around and no other weapons. She has been known to throw a stone or two if needed. APPEARANCE: Ivy is the ideal height for the average Hobbit, and has long, dark curls that sweep down her back. Her eyes are a faint green colour, and she wears a small smile upon her face. Her raiment is a sage green coloured dress, with a light vine design on the over-skirt, and a golden laced bodice adorning it. She wears a light chain, with a leaf-shape pendant upon it. PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Ivy, growing up where she did, had grown to love exploring the terrains, and always being outside. She’s very friendly towards some, but has been known to be fairly close at time. She tends to be slightly over observant, staring out at the world, and taking everything in. Ivy enjoys a good tale, and loves to tell a few herself. She has an immense love for nature, and would love to see what other types of natures lie outside the Shire. Her weakness includes being extremely mischievous. HISTORY: Ivy, from wee Hobbit-lass, had always loved to explore, and spent most of her time wandering the Shire. Spending most of this time in Buckland and Tuckborough, Ivy became great friends with Melody Took. Ivy has no siblings, and thusly, Melody had always been like a sister to her. The two Hobbits spent all their time together, wandering around, and being outdoors. She was an extremely mischievous Hobbit, but that came naturally from spending so much time around the Tooks. Ivy took to dragging Melody around on her little adventures to different parts of the Shire, and planning schemes to poke fun with the other Hobbit children. The two were known for their pranks, and were nearly always getting scolded. In the meantime, Ivy enjoyed spending quiet days having picnics with Melody. They became ever the closer after Melody's brothers died in an unfortunate encounter on one of their adventures. Since then, Ivy has taken to observing things, and became a bit close. Ivy was never very close to her parents. Her mother died when she was but a youngling, and Ivy can recall barely a thing about her. Her father stays in the yards most of the day, weeding, and planting new seedlings. After Ivy’s mum died, her father took gardening to heart. As a tot, Ivy would stay by her father’s side watching him work, and she soon learned the tricks and trades of gardening, but as she grew older, Ivy stayed away from home. She became less and less close to her father. Something she quite regrets, although her love for him has not dimmed in the least. As her coming of age grew closer and closer, Ivy spent even more time with Melody, plotting what they would do when their 33’s came about. To this day, Ivy hasn’t come of age, but she thinks about it often. She is still just as mischievous, but is a bit of an introvert towards strangers. She awaits a new adventure, and is ready to follow up on one, alongside her best mate. _______________________________________ ElenCalaIsil’s post Ivy looked out, on the bank of the Brandywine. A cold wind rustled the leaves and brought a chill to her body. It had never been this cold in her life. The river was covered in a thin sheet of ice, and there was an air of danger about. Ivy drew her cloak about her, keeping out the prying fingers of winter’s cold wind. She stood staring past the river. A few other Shire-folk peered out from behind trees. Ivy turned to see them, and walked away. Something was not right. As she walked down the familiar path, the folks came out of their homes and gave Ivy a look. She saw that they were worried. Picking up the pace, Ivy walked towards the Great Smials, where Melody Took would await her. It was fairly obvious to Ivy, why Melody had summoned her, it lingered in the air, it was in the faces of the Hobbit-children. It was in the ice that covered the Brandywine. Secretly, Ivy looked forward to what was coming, but she kept a solemn look upon her face, one to match the people she passed on her way. Melody had the inside word, and Ivy would not let her slip past without knowing. As she drew nearer to the place where she would rendezvous with Melody, she grew excited. A smile crept upon her face, and she was met with frowns. Ivy ignored the Hobbits’ looks and kept walking. She sensed the opportunity to go on an adventure. When at last Ivy came closer to Great Smials, a Hobbit-lass came towards her. A worried look upon her face. Ivy’s smile receded into concern, as Melody nodded, and motioned her to come closer. As Ivy approached, she saw a group of Hobbits, gathered a bit farther behind Melody. They seemed reluctant, about something, and they all had large packs with them. They spoke in hushed voices, and Ivy listened. Melody took her aside and explained the ordeal. “Rivendell?” Ivy asked incredulously, when Melody had finished her tale. Melody nodded once more. Ivy stood, staring out at nothing, lost in thought. They would need strong Hobbits, to carry back a plenty. The crops were dying, and something had to be done. “I will come. I don’t carry much for myself, anyhow. I can carry supplies for the others. They can’t rely on the ponies, and wagons alone.” Ivy said hurriedly. She was sure someone would protest, but she was determined nonetheless. Ivy was known for her mischievous ways, and this was a serious journey. But the yearning to go on an adventure, even one such as this, gnawed at her heart. She knew that Melody would expect this of her. She tilted her head in question. _____________________________________________ This following part edited off for the beginning of the game. The preparations were to be made, and soon a group of Hobbits would set out for Rivendell. Many were frightened to go on a journey, and the thought of traveling in this weather put them in a mood. A few days before they were all set to travel, word of the Hobbits’ journey was already out. Ivy and the rest were met by a group of dwarves. It was not all that unusual to see a passing dwarf every so often, but these dwarves had business with the journey. They informed the Halflings of danger along their path. The roads to Rivendell have been lined with Orc troops, and wargs. The dwarves bid them not to journey out, but the crops were hopeless, and the Shire was in desperate need of supplies. At last it was that they came to consensus, and decided to journey to Bree. The thought comforted some of the Hobbits, but the thought of the eminent danger that they might face, frightened the others even more. Ivy found herself by the river once more. She looked out, excited, and even a bit frightened at the journey they were to face, and wondered what dangers they would find along the road. She fiddled around with her cloak, and took out a small knife, she had found one day. It’s not much, but I can use it if I need to, she thought to herself, as she prepared for the journey. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 6:02 PM January 12, 2004: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.